BEHIND THESE DOORS

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Screech POV:

"Dude, stop shaking the bucket!" I said as we both held onto the bucket, being filled with water from the kitchen sink.

"I can't help it, I've got noodle arms!" He quipped back, jolting his head up to look at me.

"I do too, you don't see me complaining!"

"Shut the fuck up, man!"

"I'm gonna bite you!" There was a small part of me that really did want to bite him.

"I'll drop this bucket." I shut up after he said that, knowing he absolutely would.

The bucket was getting heavier and heavier, it made my arms sore to hold the bottom. Then, it filled— and started overflowing into the sink. We both knew we wouldn't be able to move it, and we just kinda looked at each other awkwardly for a second.  "... shit, what do we do now?" Eyes muttered softly.

Thank the lords, Seek walked in. Finally, a gym freak to help us!

"SEEK! Thank god, can you help us?"

"Uhhh..." he glanced down at the bucket. "Fuck are you doing?"

Eyes and I glanced down at the bucket, before I looked up at Seek to answer him. "... Filling up a bucket."

He took a deep breath. "Why?"

"Prank." Eyes answered for us.

"As long as it's not on me, I don't give a fuck." He walked over and grabbed the bucket with his freakishly strong man arms. "C'mon, let's go."

We began walking out, Eyes made sure to turn off the sink. We arrived in the living room, where Rush was sitting on the couch and talking with his brother, Ambush— well, not talking, more like arguing. I couldn't tell what they were talking about. They basically always fought, 24/7.

Seek handed Eyes and I the bucket, and we began to amble over, the bucket shaking and spilling a bit of water.

Rush heard us and looked over his shoulder, rolling his eyes. "Eyes, mind settling a debate—" he couldn't finish his sentence before he was drenched in water, the bucket empty. Ambush covered his mouth and began hysterically laughing.

Rush had to sit there and process what had happened for a moment, before getting up and starting to chase us.

We both looked at each other with this "oh shit" look a second before the adrenaline kicked in. I threw the bucket and gripped Eyes' hand before I fucking RAN.

I couldn't even process the steps I was taking, it was like I was flying. Eyes struggled to keep up behind me, but I'd drag him if I needed to. Rush was two things; aggressive and fast. He'd break our necks like twigs if he got ahold of us, and thank god the water made his clothes heavier, slowing him down.

"I SWEAR TO GOD, WHEN I GET YOUR ASSES—"

I didn't even look back to see if Rush was still chasing us before I made it into the hallway that connected our hideout to the hotel, sprinting down the hallway as quick as I could. I could faintly hear Eyes' breath picking up, slightly quieter than the sound of my feet hitting the floor.

I tightened my grip around his hand, it probably hurt how hard I was yanking him down the hallway with me.

"Dude—" he struggled out through heavy breaths, "I need a second—"

"You can catch your breath later!"

I literally kicked down the closet that hid the hallway from the rest of the hotel to get into the rooms. I looked back, and Rush was still chasing us. Eyes was almost hyperventilating, but it was both our asses on the line, so I began to progress through the rooms.